Anwan City Bureau entrance.
Wei Zhenguo stood at the sowhat familiar entrance, hesitating for a long ti.
Wei Yin held her father’s hand with one hand while wiping away unending tears with the other, just like when they went to report her mother’s disappearance.
Wei Yin looked up at her father’s back, just as she did back then, although he seed a little more hunched over. She knew her father must be full of tears right now, so she deliberately lagged half a step behind, so he wouldn’t have to wipe away his tears and force a smile.
No matter how positive the mindset, it cannot conquer death, because that irreparable loss ignores both spirit and matter, just leaving, moving farther and farther away.
"Old Wei. Wei Yin." Huang Qiangmin ca around from the guard post, nodded at Wei Zhenguo and Wei Yin, and then led them through the gate, the three of them walking towards the building.
Huang Qiangmin walked a little faster, while Wei Zhenguo and Wei Yin walked increasingly slower. Facing the police station building adorned with a red national emblem, they didn’t know how many tis they had walked past it before, but today they increasingly felt powerless.
Jiang Yuan waited in the conference room, and once the two had cald down, he explained the case details and investigation results to them.
Old Wei listened silently until Jiang Yuan finished speaking, then couldn’t help asking, "How did Huimin end up in their car back then? How was she abducted?"
Jiang Yuan hesitated for a mont and said, "According to our interrogation, Li Huimin first hailed a black car. After traveling a bit, Fire Bull and his accomplice waved, and the driver wanted to carpool, so he stopped and asked where they were headed. Fire Bull said to the train station, so the driver let the two of them on. Li Huimin objected, saying she was in a hurry, but the driver said he’d drop her off first, so she didn’t protest further."
Jiang Yuan basically relayed the interrogation confession without addition or subtraction.
Old Wei responded with a simple "hm."
Suddenly, Wei Yin began to cry loudly.
"Don’t cry, listen to what Director Jiang has to say first." Old Wei’s nose also tingled.
Wei Yin shook her head, "I told mom that day to co ho early in the afternoon... She promised, said she’d leave work early to co back to ..."
Wei Zhenguo’s tears also burst out, and he couldn’t help but think, in the years after his wife’s disappearance, he had thrown himself into work, day and night, but his daughter had always been obedient, unlike other police children, never demanding he co ho at specific tis...
This undue guilt may have existed in Wei Yin’s heart for a long ti.
Wei Zhenguo wiped his daughter’s tears with a tissue, "It’s not your fault, it has nothing to do with you..."
He turned his head back to Jiang Yuan, "Director Jiang... please continue. Did Huimin resist?"
"You can just call Jiang Yuan." Jiang Yuan said, then looked at Wei Yin, "According to the two murderers’ account, Li Huimin probably didn’t have a chance to resist, as they used high-voltage stun batons and threatened the driver with long knives..."
"Alright, that’s enough." Huang Qiangmin saw that the emotions of the two were about to lose control again, and stepped in to stop Jiang Yuan from speaking further.
Wei Zhenguo simply stopped holding back, lay on the table, and cried out loud.
In fact, after so many years, Wei Zhenguo had already prepared himself ntally, but as long as things were unknown, he’d held onto so hope.
Knowing the outco now, the repression in Old Wei’s heart was released, and he wanted nothing more than to cry himself out.
Seeing the two familiar officers sobbing like ordinary people, Jiang Yuan could only sigh. The forensic doctor deals with the deceased, ultimately serving the living, but the deceased cannot be brought back, so how can the living find peace?
...
Two months later.
Jiang Yuan visited cities like Luyang and Guyi, leading an exhausted team back to loyal Ningtai County.
After finishing all the necessary paperwork, Jiang Yuan directly took a group of team mbers who were in no hurry to go ho and returned with them.
At the Jiangcun Residential Area owner’s cafeteria, a large pot was already set up, and dumplings were being made.
The dumpling dough was made with flour ground that day from wheat grown by Mrs. Hua, and the at stuffing ca from pigs and cows raised by Jiang Fuzhen, freshly slaughtered that day. Cabbage, chives, and other ingredients were all picked fresh from fields around the farm.
The dough was fragrant, the pork and beef fresh, and the vegetables aromatic...
The mbers of Jiang Yuan’s Cold Case Squad, along with outsiders like Liu Jinghui and apprentices such as Pang Jidong, Zhan Kan, and Wei Shikan, plus officers like Li Li and Dazhuang, were all engulfed in the warm atmosphere of making dumplings.
Peeling and smashing garlic, dumplings bobbing up and down...
Huge iron pots with few dumplings, served up one small plate at a ti, one big bite revealing scalding juice and sweet dough...
Huang Qiangmin nodded as he ate, "The ho-raised pigs are incredible. If Anwan City Bureau calls next ti, we could ask them to send so sheep from the pastoral area for dumplings, I bet they’d be delicious."
"We can find a city bureau with good chilies..."
"Vinegar, whether aged or fragrant, depends on where the big case happens first..."
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Everyone was eating with oil dripping from their mouths, fantasizing with blissful expressions when the door was knocked open vigorously.
"Sothing’s happened!" The entering officer looked serious, "Homicide, current case!"
County Guest House.
The officers who arrived first had already set up the police tape, and a tent was erected in the middle, shielding the view from outside, appearing very formal.
Upon hearing that Jiang Yuan had arrived, the group dispersed.
Jiang Yuan took the investigation box from his assistant, gave a small burp, put on a face mask, and followed his Master Wu Jun into the long-unseen new cri scene in Ningtai County.
Inside the tent lay a pudgy man with thick flesh, wearing a pair of sneakers, his T-shirt pulled up to his chest, exposing his white belly.
No wounds were visible on him, yet he was dead, truly a mysterious case.
Jiang Yuan took another step closer and finally noticed the dead man’s oddly crooked neck and an all-too-familiar face...
Jiang Yuan couldn’t help but cry out in surprise, "Uncle Twenty-Seven?"
...
The end of the book.
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